Freedom is…
Freedom is… Freedom is… As I look away from the life that I consider prison, I understand that I’ve reached something that is ethereal, yet fought for by millions of people for thousands of years. Freedom. I can consider myself free, because no one is there to tell me what to do. I control myself. I am… Destiny. Sin. Chaos. Infatuation. My own mind. Who in the blue hell thought that one is free? You all believe in destiny, bound to a fixed stationary being by what you deem as strings of your own. Freedom? Sin. We are all naturally good, and we never wanted the evil in us to happen, and yet, we succumb to its banal power. Freedom? Chaos. War. We strongly believe that protecting our country is the most valiant thing we could do for it, and what not to do, but destroy those that are our enemies. Then, what about of their own freedom? Where is the freedom in that, if we can’t even see the greater picture that is unfolding before our eyes? Infatuation. Sealing yourself in a state where you’ll blindly do anything for the one you ‘love.’ I almost can believe it is freedom, but what if that person doesn’t appreciate what what you are doing? What if, she’s only using you, in lack of terms? Do you so strongly believe you’re free if you can’t even move an inch when she is involved? How can you be free, if you can’t even set yourself free? Freedom is… Freedom is… I believe freedom is nothing more than being with the persons that believe in you. Yet bound to the chains, you are all nobody’s slave… Your life, sacrifice, everything that you have done, is only better off to those who can appreciate what you are doing. Freedom is nothing more than doing WHAT YOU CAN, not what you want.
Wala nang pasok. I’m free!! Happy holidays!!
